Roslin's stuck on the not-so-machine logic: "So you abandoned the Colonies leaving behind a devastated nuclear wasteland." Adama's in agreement: "And we're supposed to be grateful." Cavil nods. (It doesn't matter which.) "Our pursuit of this Fleet of yours was another error. That's two, for anyone who's keeping score. Both errors led to the same result. We became what we beheld. We became you." New Cavil speaks up, to Adama: "Amen. People should be true to who and what they are. We're machines. We should be true to that. Be the best machines the universe has ever seen." The music gets scared, because only the music is smart enough to do the math here. "But we got it into our heads that we were the children of humanity. So instead of pursuing our own destiny, trying to find our own path to enlightenment, we hijacked yours." "You said it, Brother," says the other. "My mission here is simple. I'm to tell you that you've been given a reprieve." To Laura: "Cylon and man will now go their separate ways, no harm done." Adama and Roslin kind of drink in the irony there: "'No harm,'" Adama repeats. "You completely annihilated our race and destroyed our civilization." Cavil shakes that right off: "Now, if you're going to start pointing fingers..." Roslin asks where they all went: "Back to their home world?" Pronouns, Madame. "Well, I'd rather not say just now," Cavil grins inscrutably. "Uh...let's just say we have other plans." Adama snarks that they're getting "new marching orders" from their "one true God," which is not what you say to a Cavil, because he'll respond, "There is no God. Supernatural divinities are the primitive's answer for why the sun goes down at night." The other nods -- because Wing Chun was right, last week; this is one Brother that can cavil like a motherfucker. "At least that's what we've been telling the others for years. Can't really prove it one way or the other, of course." The Cavils smile at each other and Roslin's about had it: "I know a way to prove it. Throw them both out the airlock. Let them see if there really is a Cylon God." She turns and leaves, Adama leaves, Tigh thinks, "What the hell?" and leaves, and the Cavils stare. And I assume get airlocked, because I love Cavil, but I would do it, and Roslin loves doing it even more than we do joking about it.
It's at this point that I remember to go create the forum episode thread, even though it won't open for almost an hour. My header post: "Vaughn's married?" I thought it was a crappy joke about reversing viewer expectations, about upending the show, about changing the game. About proving me right. DEMAND PEACE and DEMAND LOVE would come together, offer a pact of truce out of their mutual lack of a clue, and the fight would begin against the Three and Five and Leoben factions. And what a mind-frack that would be, right, and I'd just laugh and laugh and be so correct and self-satisfied well into October; Six and Eight and Chief and Jim McManus and Red Devil nestled in my lap like some corrupt Presidential cuddle party, humming contentedly and watching Dr. Who with the smile of the truly righteous. And that was...not the joke I was making, turns out. But we don't know that yet.